Hell Born

*Don't Worry, I'll Hold You*

There a slight mature scene close to the end, it's not detailed but I thought I'd still give a warning because it's not between Seongjoong.

Speaking of which, I got a comment about this towards the end of the last chapter so I want to explain something really quick: the original draft of this story focussed heavily on smut and it seemed like everything was resolved around sex. So I took it out, rewrote it and replaced it with something else. Chances are if you're reading a soft scene it was originally smut.

I made a rule to only stick with Seongjoong having mature scenes at the beginning just to keep myself on track. I'm not opposed to smut, I just thought the story had too much at the start so I'll just save it a for later 🌚(Later means now)

So like...idk don't ask me I'll get to it lmao.

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San skipped happily around the house, brewing with excitement that didn't go unnoticed by his parents. There was a bright smile on his face but they knew for a fact that it was a devious one. "San," Hongjoong said cautiously, just as he finished pouring Seonghwa a cup of coffee. "What are you planning?"

The teen giggled and floated over to him, the grin still on his face. "Now what on Earth do you mean Dad?" The two adults shared a sceptical look and glanced back at their son. "Okay okay! I'll tell you!" He exclaimed. His smile suddenly fell into the mischievous smirk he had been masking. "I'm going to Wooyoung's house in a bit."

"I'd hardly call it a house," Seonghwa scoffed before he took a sip of his coffee.

"And what are you going to do?" Hongjoong pressed. It's not that he didn't trust San, it's just that whenever he left the house he was genuinely concerned for the safety of every living thing around him. Wooyoung especially since they spent so much time together.

"I'm going to ruin him~" Seongwha choked on his hot drink, coughing it up across the counter while the fireplace and gas stove in the kitchen flared brightly as Hongjoong's mouth fell agape.

"Sannie you can't just-"

"With Wooyoung?!"

"You need to ask for consent-"

"With him of all people!?"

"Seonghwa!" They quickly turned to each other, Hongjoong's face a harsh shade of red as he contemplated what to say to their son. Meanwhile, Seonghwa looked mortified. Or maybe he was laughing. It was hard to tell at times. "All of a sudden? He can't just...Hwa...are you...crying?"

Sure enough, streams of tears were running down the older demon's face. "My little boy is growing up too fast!" He wailed. Hongjoong sighed and rubbed his back. "H-He used to b-be so tiny! And now look! He's taller than you and wants to start his own adventures! And with a human being of all things! I thought we agreed he could only do this when he reached a hundred!"

"No, you said he'd have to wait till a hundred and I told you that was unreasonable-"

"Should we call Jackson?" Seonghwa interrupted. The demon whipped out his phone, frantically scrolling through his contacts. "Jackson will know what to do, he's a chaos demon, a professional!" Hongjoong snatched the device away immediately and shook his head.

"I do not want Jackson Wang in my house," He said sternly. "The man is messy. We just need to talk to him. Stop stressing." Seonghwa took a deep breath then nodded along. Together they turned to where their son was standing.